Fred Kelemen′s latest film continues on the aesthetic and thematic roads he has explored in his past films. Displaced and dispossessed characters inhabit dark, dank urban spaces. Tortured, miserable people with little chance at redemption live through crushing despair. Characters like the woman fleeing a brutal husband with her son at Christmas, only to be repeatedly abused in Frost. Or the miserable Russian immigrants violently muddling by in Berlin in Fate. Although his films recall those of his former collaborator Béla Tarr, Kelemen has created his own distinctive experimental narratives. In Fallen, an archivist in Riga sees a woman on a bridge late one night and does nothing to prevent her imminent suicide. His conscience in an uproar, he returns to the bridge and finds a way to probe into her life. With an archivist′s exacting care, he slowly becomes more and more involved in what was her life, and the lives of the people attached to her. An exploration of guilt, responsibility, love, loneliness and redemption as only Kelemen could tell it.